John And Sarah The Hotel

This is a continuation of the John and Sarah stories. It can easily be read in it's own right, but it's always worth reading the other chapters as they are published.

As always, thanks to shorterversion for her editing skills. Any feedback/suggestions are more than welcome.

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John's phone buzzed on his desk. It was a message from Sarah.

"Any plans for next Thursday? I'm in town for a meeting on Friday morning, so I'm staying at the Mercure the day before. Fancy a bite to eat?"

John read the message and pondered for a moment before unlocking the phone and replying.

"Nothing that can't be cancelled. What sort of time?"

The reply came through almost instantly: "Why not get here for 3pm? Just ask at reception and I'll make sure they can send you up."

"See you then. Looking forward to it already," John typed, and then set his phone back on his desk, wondering what might be in store.

John arrived at the hotel just before 3 and headed over to reception. "I'm here to meet with Ms. Maddocks. I was told that you were able to get to her room," John said, excited to be with Sarah again but, as always, a little unsure about what was about to happen.

"Of course, sir," responded the concierge. "Ms. Maddocks has said that we just send you up. Here's a pass card that will allow you to activate the lift. She's in room 404, left out of the doors and just to the end of the corridor."

John thanked the concierge and headed for the bank of lifts just past reception. Tapping the card against the reader, he heard a quiet ping and the lift doors opened.

He pushed the button for the fourth floor and the lift whirred into life. Another quiet ping and the doors opened. He exited the lift and headed down the corridor.

Counting down the numbers as he walked, he reached the door for room 404. He stood in front of it and saw that it was ever so slightly open. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Room service!" he said in a faux-French accent.

"Come right in, the door is open," came the reply.

John opened the door slowly to reveal Sarah, completely naked, just beyond the entrance, hands on hips. John mouthed "Wow!" as he revelled in the woman before him. Every time he saw her body, he reminded himself of how lucky he was to be honoured with that vision.

At 5' 6", Sarah was the tallest woman in her family. Originally strawberry blonde, her hair had darkened to a deep red and her blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness. She'd played netball at school and, when younger, had a coltish figure that had softened over the years. She was especially proud of her strong thighs, which framed a dark triangle of pubic hair. Despite John's many attempts to ask her to go the full 'Hollywood', she always refused to remove it all. "I'll look like a schoolgirl if I do," was her response every time "And that's not a good look for a woman of my age!" As she'd grown older, her small breasts had filled out but were still firm. To John, she looked like a goddess.

"Good job I'm not room service. That could have been potentially awkward," said John.

"I can spot your crappy French accent anywhere! Besides, reception had called to tell me you were on your way up and I've been naked for the last 30 minutes anyway. Just, well, you know, scratching that itch."

"Well, I'm sure I can help with that," John uttered as he sank to his knees in front of Sarah. Wrapping his hands round her legs, he slowly started to run them up the backs of her thighs as he leant forward and kissed her stomach. As his hands moved up, his lips moved down and by the time he reached her knees, he kept moving, his mouth reached the top of her soft pubic triangle.

His hands moved slowly yet deliberately north, mouth moving south. His nose now being tickled by her pubic hair. Even though he kept asking for her to remove it, he secretly enjoyed the way it tickled.

His hands had now reached her bottom, and he blew gently on her clit, enjoying the way she shuddered as he did. In one move he grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled her forward onto his face, simultaneously opening his mouth and pressing his tongue into the hood just above Sarah's swollen clit. She exhaled raggedly and took two handfuls of his hair as she steadied herself. John pushed forward and pulled Sarah's clit into his mouth, sucking gently as his tongue traced circular motions just above Sarah's most sensitive of spots.

Sarah groaned and pulled John's head harder into her pelvis; his tongue always found the right spot so quickly. She had been playing before, but she couldn't believe how quickly he was driving her towards an orgasm. But that wasn't the plan, and with an incredible amount of willpower she pushed him away.

Looking up at her with confusion, John was about to speak, but Sarah put her hand out to stop him. "Where's the fire, John?" Sarah said breathlessly. "Let's not rush here! We have plenty of time, and I intend to use all that we have." With that, Sarah put her hands under John's chin and encouraged him back to his feet.

"You look a little overdressed for the party here. Let me see what I can do. Arms up!" Sarah took her time to lift John's rugby shirt up and over his head before loosening his belt and trousers, dropping them to the floor.

Sarah purred as she saw John's obvious state of arousal, knowing that it was her that was causing it. She deftly slipped his boxers over his hips, and his cock sprung out and to attention before her. She made John step out of his shoes and then got him to lift each leg in turn so she could take his trousers and boxers completely off.

Now that John was naked, Sarah took a moment to appreciate her lover's body. A little grey was beginning to show in his dark hair and beard, but that was the only real give away to his age. His boyish smile disarmed Sarah every time. Like Sarah, he also had blue eyes and, standing at just under 6 feet tall, he was just the right height as far as Sarah was concerned. She loved his broad shoulders, gained from his rugby days at university and, even though he'd gained a little middle-aged spread over the past couple of years, his stomach was still flat. He was lucky that he had very little body hair, and he kept what there was under control. He paid special attention to his pubic area, making sure that it was always hair-free. To him, it made his cock look that bit longer and that was no bad thing.

Kneeling at eye level with John's pulsing cock, it was her turn to take him into her mouth. She slid one hand around his waist and used the other to bend his cock down and guide the tip between her lips. He was the perfect size for her: not too big, but thick enough that she had to open a little wider to accept him. John's whole body sagged as he watched his cock slowly disappearing into Sarah's mouth. The pleasure that woman could give was second to none.

As she took him deeper Sarah swirled her tongue along the underside of John's cock, loving the obvious power she had over him. A smirk, or well, something that resembled a smirk when one's mouth is full, passed across her lips. She took him as deep as she could just once before slipping it almost out of her mouth and sucking it harder.

She then released him from her grip and stood, bringing her lips to his so she could share the taste of him on her with the taste of her on him. They kissed deeply and passionately, their eyes never leaving each other's for a couple of minutes. John's cock squeezed between them, and a mix of John's saliva and her own juices just started to drip down her inner thigh.

John broke the kiss and smiled. "So, you've not brought me here for lunch. What's the plan?" he asked, genuinely inquisitive about what the afternoon would hold.

"I was thinking you'd never ask," came the reply. "Let me show you what I have in store." She said, a mix of humour and lust in her tone.

Sarah took John's cock, now slick with pre-cum, and guided him by it over to the bed. She released him and then climbed onto the bed, rolling on her back. John made a step to get on the bed too, but she stopped him.

"Not just yet," she said. "I want to show you something." And with that, her hand slipped between her legs and dipped into her wet lips. Sarah let out a sigh of pleasure and pulled John towards her, offering her fingers for him to suck as she parted her lips so he could guide his now dripping cock into her mouth.

Sarah loved to tease John like this. She drew his cock deep into her mouth whilst reaching behind his balls to gently press against his anus. John shivered and let out a low guttural noise as her probing finger applied enough force to start to enter him. His cock jumped in her mouth and, just for a moment, Sarah considered letting him cum there and then. Just a little more pressure at both ends and it would be a matter of moments.

However, she was enjoying rubbing her clit at the same pace as his cock was moving in her mouth. And besides, she knew that he was far more eager if she just kept him on the edge. She could here John muttering "Please, please, please," under his breath. Sarah couldn't work out if he was talking to himself, telling himself please don't cum, or whether he was begging her to please finish him off. Either way, she'd had her fun and knew that soon she'd be close to orgasm herself.

Ever so slowly, Sarah gradually released him from her mouth and just watched his cock bouncing with every heartbeat in front of her face. She moved across the bed and patted the space beside her, to which John unsteadily clambered.

Rolling onto her elbows, Sarah leant forward, and they both kissed deeply, tongues dancing. Again, tasting himself on her lips just added to the situation.

John pushed Sarah away and, looking hungrily into her eyes, whispered, "I need to taste you."

Not wasting a moment, Sarah turned and knelt before lifting her leg over to straddle John's chest. She inched backwards till she was close enough to feel John's breath on her drenched lips. Slowly she eased down, momentarily moving away as she felt John try to lean into her. She knew that she would pay heavily for teasing him like this, but she'd deal with that in due course. Right now, all that mattered was making sure her first orgasm of the night was going to be a good one.

John reached round, grabbed her hips and pulled her down on to his waiting mouth. Immediately, he pushed his tongue deep between her lips. Revelling in her taste and aroma, he ran his tongue roughly from the tip of her clit to the bud of her anus, causing Sarah to shudder above him. Taking that as a cue, John sucked Sarah's clit harder and ran his hands up to find her breasts, rubbing her hardened nipples.

Unlike Sarah, John wasn't here to tease, not right now anyway, and he used all his knowledge of Sarah's body to drive her towards orgasm. Realising what he was doing, Sarah tried to lift herself out of reach, but John's hands move back to her thighs and pulled her back down onto his face. Now it was Sarah's turn to relinquish control and just focus on her rapidly heating centre as John lapped hungrily at her swollen lips.

The tingle that started in the pit of her stomach meant that Sarah was now on that inescapable path to orgasm. Her whole body flushed red, and she pushed herself hard onto John's face. She leaned forward as her muscles contracted, grabbing John's thighs for support.

As always with Sarah's orgasms, there is a moment, that one instant in time where everything else in the world disappears and only her impending release exists. John held her on that edge as long as he could but tonight, the moment was fractional, and Sarah's orgasm hit her hard. Her body convulsed with such ferocity that the whole bed shook, and she unleashed a sound somewhere between a wail and a scream. John kept licking as hard as he could, riding the storm so to speak, until Sarah reached round and pushed herself away.

Falling to the bed beside John, she shuddered with every aftershock that pulsed through her body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she repeated over and over. John reached over to touch her, but she pushed him away. It was always that way after an orgasm: her body was full of electricity and every touch sent seemingly painful bolts through her body. It was one of the things they often joked about whenever they saw anything about multiple orgasms. Sarah said that she must be more like a man because after any big orgasm, she needed ten minutes to recover before she could go again.

He started to gingerly run his hands through Sarah's hair, smoothing it over her head and listening to her ragged breath. After a minute, Sarah said "You know, I think I'm going to make your tongue illegal! That shouldn't be allowed out without some sort of restraint."

John giggled. "I take it that was a good one then? I thought you were going to crush my ears at one point!"

Sarah chuckled. "I'd say I'd had better, but then you'd get all pouty on me and we don't have time for that now." She took his half-hard cock in her hand and squeezed it playfully. "Right then, I think it's time that we took care of this."

Rolling onto her back, Sarah spread her legs. Her labia were still red and inflamed from her orgasm, and they looked like the most inviting thing in the world to John.

He knelt between her thighs and stroked his hardening cock before leaning in and resting it on her clit.

With a fluid movement, he moved back a touch and the head moved between her lips. John's eyes fixed upon Sarah's as he slowly and deliberately pushed forward. Her lips parted and his cock was bathed in a warmth that made him catch his breath. He pressed forward until he was physically as deep as he could get. In unison, they both let out a sigh as John held himself in that position.

He pulled almost all the way out, just leaving the head of his cock in her folds, before sinking in again. He was fighting every urge to just fuck her hard, but this teasing was delicious for both of them. Out again, and then a few shallow thrusts before plunging in again. This time he struggled to keep control and, holding onto her hips, began to fuck her harder.

The sounds of sex filled the room: the wet slapping sound every time John bottomed out mixed with his groans and Sarah's increasingly loud moaning. They moved as one, with Sarah's hips rising to meet John's downward thrusts, the sex now taking on a more animalistic flavour as they pushed each other towards sweet release.

Sarah wrapped both her arms and legs around John's body as if hanging on for dear life. John was visibly on the edge, his thrusting becoming ragged and his body shaking. He felt the pull just behind his balls, his orgasm announcing itself like an old friend. That knot of tension built inside him as his body crossed the line of no return. "Oh, fuck Sarah, I'm going to cum!" he cried out as his cock grew. He buried himself deep inside Sarah just as the first full wave of his orgasm hit hard. His back arched and he let out a cry as his cum torrented deep inside Sarah, his hips thrusting involuntarily with each spasm before he collapsed on top of her sweat-drenched body, gasping for air.

She released him from her grip and ran one hand through his hair, snaking her other hand down between them. "Hold still. Just hold still, I'm so close," Sarah whispered as her fingers found her clit. "Don't you dare take it out. I want you to feel me cum." With that, she circled her clit, not quickly at first, but with enough pressure to make her shudder. The feeling of warmth started to build in her core, and she increased her pace.

Plateau fast approaching, Sarah lifted her head and kissed John with a passion that took him momentarily by surprise. He locked lips with her and pushed his tongue into her mouth, seeking hers as her body went completely rigid and her hand was just a blur.

The kiss stifled the scream as her body shook, her orgasm robbing her of any control. The pressure on John's cock was enough to push him out, along with a stream of their combined juices, and he rolled off her twitching body.

"Oh my God! That was just fucking incredible," John said, almost to himself as Sarah's breathing began to slow. He leant over and they kissed deeply. John grabbed the sheets, pulled them over, and drew Sarah close to his chest. With the diminishing aftershocks of their orgasms occasionally making them jump, they both drifted off to sleep.

John woke to see the sun just beginning to set through the room's full height windows. His sleep-fogged brain registered that Sarah wasn't next to him. "I was wondering if you'd ever wake up," giggled Sarah. "However, it looks like someone else woke up before you!" Her hand was wrapped around John's hard cock, and she was teasing the tip.

Sarah just took the tip in her mouth for a second, causing John to drop his head back to the pillow and exhale roughly. Releasing him from her mouth, Sarah crooned, "Now, you need to lay here and let me take care of this for you, and I need to concentrate, so no distractions." With that Sarah put her fingers in her mouth, slickening them with saliva. She took them out and instantly replaced them with John's cock, swallowing him as deeply as she could. At the same time, her moistened fingers slipped down behind his balls and pressed once again on his anus.

John stiffened momentarily at the sensation but then sank back onto the bed as Sarah lifted her lips, circling his pulsing cockhead with her tongue. As her mouth engulfed John's cock, she pushed her finger harder against his anus. It eventually relaxed, and her finger sunk to the knuckle. A moan escaped John's lips, and Sarah released him again, smiling. "Just let me take care of you. All I need from you is your cum in my mouth." John knew better than to argue, and, reaching for a pillow, he placed it behind his head so he could get a better view of the pleasure he was receiving.

Sarah's finger and mouth moved in unison, starting with short strokes before withdrawing almost completely, then repeating, just a little deeper each time. John raised his knees and parted his legs to give Sarah better access. This time, when her mouth reached the bottom of John's shaft, she curled her finger inside his arse and found his prostate. John's eyes closed as the buzz of pleasure spread from where Sarah's finger probed, making his skin tingle.

Again, Sarah released John's cock from her mouth and started to slowly stroke it. A mischievous grin passed across her lips. "I cannot tell you how much I love to see you like this," she said, fixing her eyes on him as her hand slid up and down John's shaft. "Do you like it when I fuck your arse? You don't have to answer as I have the evidence right in front of me." And with that, she bobbed down and sucked the head of his cock hard.

John shook as if electrocuted. "Fuck Sarah! It just feels incredible!" John breathed. "I don't want it to stop, it's too good!"

Again, Sarah worked John's cock with her hand. "Next time, you get to fuck me in the arse. I can picture it now. I can just lean over the sofa, spread my arse and you can take your Big, Thick, Cock"--she emphasised each of those three words with hard stroke of his cock--"and fuck me just like I'm fucking you now." The mischievous grin reappeared, and Sarah sped up her strokes. "Would you fuck me quickly, like this, or"--she slowed her pace right down and dragged her nails over the sensitive head--"slowly like this?" Sarah was now rocking her hips in time with her hand. "Would you make me beg you to fuck me, John? I know you'd tease me!" Sarah pouted. "Please John, fuck me. Fuck me hard! I've been a good girl all day..." she mocked as pushed her finger a little harder inside John, all the time never taking her eyes off his.

Neither of them was particularly good with the dirty talk, but Sarah knew she was hitting the mark with hers today. John would normally retort with some banter of his own, but not this time. He almost appeared to be in a trance. He was still looking at her, but his eyes were glazed, and his breathing was shallow. Sarah didn't think she'd ever felt his cock be as hard as this in the past, and it turned her on to know that she could have this effect on him.